Cameraman Never Dies

Lucifer silently jumped in through the high window in order to see what was happening. The scene before him was taking a dark turn, little Clara was crouching in the corner, trembling and desperately but hesitantly looking for an exit.

The man, Percival, was covering his head with both his hands, he was shaking violently. The dark ether surrounding him was oozing out, it has gotten even more thicker and more disgusting.

Lucifer jumped in, his master had instructed him not to kill, so he had to make sure they do not die of other causes too, unless his master instructed him otherwise.

He rushed to the girl and touched her head, his dark green necklace started to emit light as the wind started to spiral around the girl. He removed his hand, allowing the wind to form a thick barrier.

He then turned to the man kneeling on the ground. Percival was turning his head left and right extremely fast, and he started to scream and bang his head on the floor. "No!... Please..." His pupils were gone, and the white eyes were becoming redder.

Slowly, darkness started to seep into his eyes through the side, making his thrash the ground and scream in pain. He got up and started walking like a heavy drinker. He sprinted forward and hit a wall, blood dripping from his forehead.

He finally stood up straight, his arms waving down loosely like a laundry set for drying, it was as if they had lost all of their strength. He froze, his body twitched, his elbow rose quickly like an external being was using his body.

Lucifer knew what had happened to him, "Possession!" He muttered.

It was rare to be possessed, since ordinary people needed to pay a huge cost if they were to use possession, which sometimes even resulted in death if not done properly.

The usual culprits behind possessions are entities without a physical form. But it was rare for them to take interest in the living.

But he had seen this once before, and the results were devastating. He had sacrificed most of his power from his previous encounter with possession. Even the place where that battle took place was ruined and now is a flux zone, a land with aggressive and untamed ether.

He readied himself as bad memories flowed into his mind, was this why his master said not to kill them? He wondered if trying to kill him would have invoked possession right away. "No wonder the two hundred sten reward he muttered."

Percival's head turned back like an owl, and like a badly programmed robot, the rest of his body followed. Both of his eyes had turned dark. He leaned forward, preparing to strike. And without warning he rushed Lucifer who managed to draw his blade in time and block the attack.

'Master, the man has been possessed as you expected, I am sorry I have engaged in a battle.' He sent a mental message to his master as he deflected another blow, stepping to the side as Percival lunged at him, hitting another wall and dripping more blood.

Fortunately, he had put Clara to sleep. Even though she was still his target, he did not want to mentally destroy a girl his master ordered him not to kill.

But unknown to him, she was awake, but unable to open her eyes or mouth, like her body was asleep but her mind was awake, unable to wake her body up.

Lucifer collected wind in his left arm and blasted the possessed monster away. He was surprisingly weak for someone possessed. Possession had many constraints, and one of them was strength, a person needed to be very powerful in order to attempt possession.

But Lucifer noticed something— every time he was hurt, the dark ether within him increased in volume. He needed to finish him off quickly, but his master had yet to answer.

'Do whatever you can to stop him' His master's reply came, 'Kill him if you are unable to do that'.

Lucifer was relieved, he could now kill his enemy without restraints, saving him was, obviously, never an option for him. He was not an expert at possession.

Lucifer quickly closed his eyes and opened them again, calling the wind to his aid. His pupils turned green, he held his arms forward and crossed his fingers.

'Wind's Mercy' He said calmly as the monster rushed forward with broken arms. The air around them shifted, the monster Percival did not take more than two steps before his head flew from his head rolled on the ground.

But this time, it was not just his head that Lucifer cut, he also cut the entire body to pieces. He knew that a possessed would not be killed by just severing their head, experience was said to be the greatest teacher. It was the same for Lucifer.

He hoped it would die if he at least cut it enough times. But shattering his hopes, it began to recover. But parts did not connect the way a human should look like.

He could only describe the entity in front of him as a true horror. It had a few teeth and two toes in the place of its eyes, there was one eye instead of a mouth, and an ear on a cheek.

Without waiting for Lucifer to finish inspecting its body (Because who does), it swung its arms.

Lucifer quickly made a shield to his right by thickening the air around him. After absorbing the impact, he blasted the arm back with enough force to tear it away. The torn arm made of hair, cheek, and a leg hit the wall, forming a fissure.

He jumped back to get a proper footing, he kneeled on the ground. Using wind as a propeller, he jumped forward, swinging his sword as he was about to make contact.

He cut directly through the monster's chest, but it was futile. Dark ether spewed out and mended its body.@@novelbin@@

He was angry at the regenerative monster, but he hoped his master would soon reach him and he had to hold on.